itâs agonizing. i put a couple hours into l.a. noire again (turns out i lost my save again so BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD FOR A FOURTH AND HOPEFULLY THIS TIME SUCCESSFUL RUN) but ever since iâve just been like âwhat now, tho?â. iâve got an untouched copy of the latest issue of jem & the holograms laying on the couch, on the floor is dragonâs dogma: dark arisen (in which i finally dug myself out of a months-long rut but now have no clue what i wanna do or if my party is actually good for anything), a mere 15 feet away is like six shelves jammed full of books and movies and what have you
but here i am, just sitting around like a lump, easily like 60% because i hit up a local dealer for another shot at that delicious medical-grade weed i scored the other day, and iâve got it...but not till tomorrow night. i am impatient and childish by nature anyway, but when weâre talking drugs it ratchets up viciously cuz a) w/o weed my medication knocks the shit out of me, so i am a grumbly mess w/ an intensely fragile mood and no appetite and b) w/o weed my first thought whenever i go to do something is âwill i actually pay attention, tho??â which maybe says bad things but tbh nah fuck it i donât think it does cuz the whole history of this blog (and my work for school, and private discourse, etc.) illustrates that like the only time i do actual focused and nuanced thinking about stuff is when iâm blazed so not being stoned scares me off jumping on the pile of unread books iâm slowly chewing through and makes me wanna push anything related to an active/burgeoning writing project (blossom, SUDA games, 90% of films) away and itâs just the worst